My coldhearted ex demands a remarriage

Chapter 818:

After dinner, Daxton took it upon himself to handle the housework. Carrie was having a video conference with Ruby, so she gratefully let him take over.

The company headquarters had officially relocated to Isonridge, but there were still loose ends to tie up. Ruby remained in Orkset to oversee the transition.

The Curtis family was no ordinary family, and Ruby had spent years cementing her place in the corporate world. She commanded respect from both long-standing executives and newly hired staff. Under her leadership, the toxic elements that once plagued the company had been eradicated, making way for a more positive, thriving work environment.

Yet, life had a way of balancing triumph with turbulence. While her career was flourishing, her personal life took a sudden, unexpected turn.

Carrie never expected that Daxton’s move into her apartment would be exposed the very next day.

The alarm blared early the next morning. Groggy, Carrie rubbed her eyes and sat up, stretching lazily before padding toward the bathroom. Just as she reached for the door handle, the doorbell rang.

She frowned. A glance at the clock told her it wasn’t even eight yet.

Who on earth could be visiting this early?

Then it hit her. Daxton.noveldrama

He hadn’t stayed over the previous night, mentioning he had something to take care of. He must have forgotten the passcode. Shaking her head, she turned toward the front door, mentally noting how strange it felt to have another

Person around all of a sudden. But before she could even reach the door, something caught her eye. Daxton. He was inside, emerging from his room.

The sight of him threw her off further—he stood casually in a gray pajama set, the collar slightly open, revealing the sharp lines of his collarbones. Water droplets clung to his skin as if he had just washed up. His dark hair was slightly damp, tousled in a way that seemed both careless and effortlessly appealing. For a split second, Carrie couldn’t tell if he had just arrived home or if he had slept here all along.

Carrie froze in place. Wait. If Daxton was here, then who was at the door?

Their eyes met. Daxton, completely unfazed, grabbed a washcloth from a nearby shelf and wiped his face. He lifted a hand in greeting. “You’re up?”

Carrie was still trying to process what was happening when Daxton, without hesitation, strode toward the front door.

No. No, no, no. Whoever was outside, they could not see Daxton like this. She hadn’t told anyone he was staying with her. Now, with him answering the door—in pajamas, fresh from the bathroom—it looked like he had just crawled out of her bed. And there was no way to explain that without making it worse.

No amount of explanation could make sense of this situation.

Before she could stop him, Daxton opened the door. Standing on the other side was Reece. He held several bags in his hands, clearly bringing breakfast. Carrie felt her stomach drop.

“Carrie—” he started, lifting his gaze. But the moment he saw Daxton, his words died on his lips.

Reece’s jaw tightened, his smile instantly disappearing. “Why are you answering the door?” His tone was sharper than usual. “Where’s Carrie?”

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